The primal forest of THE Wyld changed around them as they moved.
Noah perceived every shift of it in something close to slow motion, his Hadean Mind stretching the instants so that he could take each detail fully into himself.
The trees and leaves moved in winds that didn't come from anywhere. The roots drank from Observable Force without ever seeming to need more.
He studied the plant life closely as they passed.
These plants, these ordinary plants of the ordinary underbrush, felt more indestructible than the defenses of THE Surface Depth entities at the lowest level of Vakochev's First Scale. A shrub here would have survived blows that would have shattered beings whom he had once considered powerful.
It was fucking laughable!
The small lifeforms scattered as the three of them passed.
